Three days with no word about Vera or The Crow. Nothing. Everything but them.
Recently, Eirenains have shown up dead, injured or missing. Chef Nüka place full investigation, but it seems no one is talking. The kitchen staff was out assembling this huge dinner for tonight. On each full moon, the Eirenains hold a feast that comes with dancing and drinking to release the bad memories and energy.
Nothing is working. Out of frustration, I began to knead the dough roughly. Someone clearing their throat catching my attention "You are doing it wrong" they said. Not really looking up, I slide the bowl closer to see how the sweet filling I made turned out. It didn't look colorful as I thought it would be and its split. With a sigh and my defeat, I let my acknowledger win. "Ugh, I don't get it "looking up in the direction I thought they were, but they were not.
Suddenly, hands slid down my forearm to my hands.
Earlier, I didn't realize it was him at first talking to me. Too busy to acknowledge anything. Too much at stake. All to be perfect. According to plan.
Too nervous to move. Huh. Nervous? For what? Him? Please, I wouldn't flatter even myself. The past couple of days have been troubling because of him.
"For someone that cannot bake, why are you in this situation?" he asks with amusement nudging his head to the split filling I made. Rolling my eyes to his satisfaction led me to defend myself "listen, I may not be able to do this but that doesn't mean I can't improve on it. A little a boy here was talking about a sweet treat his grandmother used to make but no one can get it right. His dad gave me the recipe to crack it but as you can see... It's going wonderful". In the corner of my eye, his lips were formed into a smirk. Is he smirking at me? Did he just chuckle under his breath? I am sharing a very vulnerable side of myself, and he laughs.
He doesn't say anything as I look at him with my head slightly tilted up. Out of nowhere, one of his hands grab hold of my chin gentle centering my attention back to the dough.
"You just don't know when to stop now do you? Promising... Let's not give him food poisoning and a traumatic mental scar all in one bite" he jokes guiding my hands around the dough. He seems to be in a good mood. Not in his usual crankiness.
Feels nice. The dough. By my attention already on the dough, I followed his hands over mine handling the dough. How they were larger than mine, not a single piece of jewelry evident. Multiple scars were on them from fighting and making cute figures. Stop it
Ignore everything I am saying.
"So... You are a wood crafter and a Master of Pastries. Here, I thought you were just a man, who lurks in the dark". A Smile touches his lips. I could see it in the reflection of the pans. "I am many things. Mi madre would teach my brother and I while my papa would be inventing..." a hint of sadness floods his voice in the last part. Of course, they're gone, and he believes my people are the reason for it. To lose everything you were taught to know in an instant.
"She would make this on cold days like this one. My brother is a true craftsman. He taught me a few things but hated the fact that I was good at it, so he never continued and did something different now" he kept kneading the dough with my hands. Brother? He's alive but I thought he was dead from what I've been told. Out of curiosity, I ask "Where is your brother now?". Maverick stops stiffing up. He sighs kneading the dough again "Lost and out there somewhere..."
"I'm sorry..." I apologies looking up at him again from the side.
"That you are hurting. It can be tough especially alone. Just know that I see you" I state noticing his eyes glancing over me. My full attention only on him. The oven fire made his eyes warm with trances of softest. I couldn't say anything else, nor did I want to. Being this close to him. How the black curls cover his forehead.
Why is he getting closer? Apple ale hit my nose. Our lips millimeters away. His hand found my waist turning me to face him. When I look into his eyes, they seem different. They weren't his. Once his lips were almost on mine, I turn my head to the side.
"But me seeing you doesn't mean this...at least not this way" I explain to him.
"I see why he likes you" he tucks some strains behind my ear letting his finger trail down my neck.
Clank!
One of the kitchen staff looks down at the metal tray they dropped and up at us on the other side of the countertop.
"Sorry, ignore me. Sorry again" they leave in a hurry which made me realize fully how close we were. It dawns on us, our proximity. Maverick clears his throat kneading the dough on his own.
"I got this" he claims not looking at me. I took off the apron placing it on the hook and throws away beyond editable components. He kept silent after that and so did I. Down the hall was a room with a bonfire in the center resting in circular pit lounge large enough for people to dance while it gave others a place to rest on the neutral tan cushion stairs. The social area was sunken into the floor.
I entered the room scanning for a place to sit. After roaming around socializing here and there. I found my place on the fourth step from the stone floor and bonfire.
Throughout the room, oval lights with gold charms hung on the walls to the perimeter of the hole in the ceiling above the fire. Two little girls sat down near me braiding each other hair. The Eirenains are enjoying themselves. A few of were dancing with each other. Some dancing with their children showing them how to do the dance correctly while others were filling in as each other's companies or as lovers drowning in one another's embrace.
I can't let anything happen to them. Protecting this...their piece. If only I can stop this right now. I would be... free...
On my right shoulder, I felt a tap. A boy around 14-16 years old smiles accompanied by a woman. She seams important, a being of status. "You're the boy from before, you helped me find the tunnels. What can I do for you?"
The women step forward gesturing to the boy "He has requested if you could tribute a braid. Normally, an elder or someone older in blood relations would do it but he's the last of his family. Since you are royal blood, he believes it will give him luck" she explains.
I smile gesturing to the step-in front of me, and he sits.
"Thank you, he really appreciates this. I'm Ameria" she smiles sitting down next to me. On my belt from the side hung a bottle of anointing oil. I spread some through my hands before separating the top of his hair. As I began braiding the section, he kept tilting his head up but the reason for that was who? I lean forward saying "If you want her attention, you must smooth with your actions. Be clear and direct but don't give in completely " I explain sealing the end of his braid blessing it. He stood up clearing his throat before smiling and walks off towards the girl. 14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV2tbWFYTyp
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In the distance, the boy gentle takes the girl's hand after she ask his name which he traces out 'Levi'.
"Nice to meet you Levi, I am Nola" she smiles leading him to the ground level and started dancing. I lean back on the stone on the back of me and look over at Ameria. She kept her posture tapping her hand to the music. Long curls fell down her back. Her green eyes watch the flames move. Laced gold wrapped around her fingers shaping into cones. A dark green fabric hugs her body.
" Why aren't you dancing? You have suitors waiting to inquire" she explains with a smile and a brow raised.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBUrFk2hBE
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"Observing" I should be talking with Chief Neka about the missing Eirenains. No word on the Crow and working on stopping Oasis. My only objective for now.
"Shouldn't you be out there?" I question nudging my head over to the crowd. The smile on her face slowly turn into a smirk as male Eirenain approaches her holding out his hand. With that, she places her hand into his slowly walking down the stairs "Don't fear, I'll be having fun tonight and some leftovers later" she states referring to the male Eirenain. She shrugs her shoulders before dancing with him.
Kylian stands in front of me taking my hand into his before walking backwards to the ground level "Eager, aren't we?" I suggest following his lead. We stop two feet away from each other. The Eiranain dance, it does not possess a waltz in each other's arm but more of a spacious manure. It requires numerous steps with your feet and hands being another form of chord to the music. Three claps. Step closer to him. Spin around once in a skipping gesture with both hands behind your back. He smiles at me. With each step we get closer but on the fifth, we depart back where we started.
"What you said back there to that boy...true?... To be smooth with one's action" he asks grabbing my waist and right hand which made our bodies parallel to each other. Us circling one another. He leans his down right above my ear and says in soothing words "it's my turn to earn you". With that being proposed, he comes into view locking eyes with me and curls some of my hair in the back with his finger before trailing it down my back to guide me in the dance. "Because you are so worth the wait" he says letting go of me as we switch partners for moment. Another man appears before me. I've never seen Kylian act this way. Yet, I don't mind it. Almost eager to have it. He smiles as he conversate with his new partner but across the room he is doing the same as me. Talking to each other with our eyes. Is it bad that kind of knew about his feelings? If I do this then what does it mean for us. You and me. He's changing even I can see that. I know what it's like to be in a dark place.
He sweet and honest.
He's showing there is his heart regardless of how much he lies ...but we've known each other since we were in little. He just the right person...
Yet are my feelings true for him?
Or him?
When it was time to separate, I found myself in front of Kylian. By him being slightly taller than me, it led me to stand on my toes with both hands on his face to pull down just enough.
My lips to his lips. Taste sweeter than I thought. He brings me closer forming his hands on my waist. In a matter of seconds my eyes were closed. I lean back a little bit capturing a glimpse of him. He holds me up caressing my cheek.
"Took you long enough" We continued to dance in each other's company. I don't care about it all, for once to be little selfish again.
I made the right choice...
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